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Neph didn't actually leave with the answer to her question. The "True Creator" told her that the Ritual of becoming a god is sometimes related to the abilities of the Pathway, so if she still couldn't understand the Ritual after Sequence 1, she could come back and ask again. After all, she hadn't yet received any knowledge about Sequence 1 abilities.
As for the Ritual of Sequence 1 --
"Great being..." The voice of the "True Creator" reverberated through the air. Neph could feel His frozen gaze, but dared not speak.
She felt a strange sense of unease; after all, the content of the Ritual was unsettling. Although she felt many beings met the criteria of a "great being," who wouldn't suspect an ominous premonition after reading the Ritual's contents?
Fortunately, the "True Creator" was a man of great experience; after murmuring, He asked:
What are your thoughts?
After a moment's consideration, Neph revealed her Oldest One thoughts:
"This is merely Ritual for advancement to Sequence 1, not Ritual for becoming a god. I think the standard for this great being is not limited to True God or higher beings; perhaps Sequence 1 is already sufficient."
"And you know, when a new ' Fool ' is born, he will inevitably need the Uniqueness of the other two Pathway and the Beyonder Characteristic of Sequence 1. Leaving aside the ' Error ' Pathway, the 'Gate' Pathway... From what I understand, that 'Gate' gentleman seems to have been trapped by the combined forces of Evernight and Storm due to the corruption of the ' Mother Goddess of Depravity '?"
The "True Creator" replied:
"They used their Authority to create an alternate dimension and trapped Bethel within it."
"However, the ' Mother Goddess of Depravity ' you speak of is extremely powerful; that space cannot completely block Her corruption. Whenever the Red Moon descends, the corruption permeates reality."
If your goal is Him...
"Opening that door isn't difficult, but you must be careful how you prevent the fall of the Mother Goddess of Depravity once it's open."
"After all, whether it's the requirements of your Ritual or the inherent needs of the mysterious, it requires bringing back the corresponding Beyonder Characteristic and Uniqueness."
"Unfortunately, the corruption of the ' Mother Goddess of Depravity ' is lurking within; you must be careful..."
He paused slightly, but instead of giving further instructions, asked, "In the story you know, how does the mystery bring back the corresponding Uniqueness?"
Neph paused slightly, coughed lightly, and said, "That wasn't what he brought back..."
She looked up at the "True Creator," and seeing that she hadn't been interrupted, continued speaking:
"If we consider the original progress..."
After the "Sefirah Castle is mine, Fate is yours" strategy failed, Amon misled everyone into believing that His gaze was fixed on the "Forsaken Land of the Gods," while secretly shifting His focus to Backlund.
There, Pallez Zoroaster obtained the Jacob Family's Treasure left by Amon, successfully revealing his location.
After retrieving the ' Worm of Time ' that had been left outside, Amon seized the crucial moment when the door was open to 'steal' the first ' Blasphemy Slate,' and used it to block the door.
"However, even so, the power of the ' Mother Goddess of Depravity ' leaked out. The leaked portion, as I recall, belonged to the Seven Gods... uh, there weren't seven left at that time."
The "True Creator" asked thoughtfully, "Where did Amon ultimately end up?"
Neph thought for a moment and replied:
He became the True God of Pathway the "Gate" and the "Error," forced to confront the "Sefirah Castle," where he fought Klein within its Sefirah Castle.
"Finally, Klein and Him exchanged control of the ' Sefirah Castle ' for the release of the will of the ' Lord of the Mysteries ' from the past. Whoever's ' Lord of the Mysteries ' awakens more deeply within them will win the final victory..."
Her voice grew increasingly hesitant, until finally she couldn't speak at all, looking at the "True Creator" with a doubtful expression. The "True Creator," equally puzzled, asked her:
"You mean...?"
>p/<"? The final victory was achieved through the release of His will, the 'mystery of the Lord,' in the final battle."
"... ultimately defeated, due to lack of courage and sacrifice," she continued slowly and hesitantly. "... is..."
>p/<"? Is it because of sacrifice and courage that you chose to be a friend like this? You are definitely right -- but the outcome is probably different, otherwise you will not see the accident." "The true nature of things is not what it seems." "It is fortunate that He lacks this aspect of emotion."
>p/<. Hesitant and reluctant... I...
>p/<. At that moment, doubts began to creep in. She hadn't expected that she would be the one observing from the sidelines. It seemed as if this paradox had become a kind of contradiction for the clear-headed observer, who was now bewildered.
>p/<? Is that what she really thought? Because of that choice Enlake made --
>p/<. The "Secret of the Lord" is waiting to be revived, and that is the true source of profit for them, who are not the ones who truly benefit from it, after all, they have chosen that way.
>p/<... The cake is often not in a state of being, but the former god became him, "the mystery of the Lord" has always been directly connected, the special use of "the mystery of the servant" and "the miracle of the master" when he was promoted to Enlake, and and
>p/<. The legend of the "Above the Emperor" is repeated, and when Asia calls itself -- the "Divine Sun of Ancient Times" of his life, it seems that in a moment, it is like a few moments of peace and tranquility, which is not a kind of feeling that can be spread and made people feel uneasy.
>p/<? The impact was still felt, it was actually from the beginning, this person
>p/<: Dao Jing closed his eyes, exhaled a breath, and vomited, which was a metaphorical answer.
>p/<. Daozhibuwo"
>p/<".'White space' is, the content's coverage can not be accidental, it is... those"
>p/<. Only when she finally saw Stradivarius did she realize that these complex emotions, along with the things she had left behind, were the last things she had to do.
>p/<. The investigation revealed no reason why she was alone, but the connection between her and the "abandoned god of the earth" who was pushed open by the door was undeniable. This doubt, along with the "eternal blazing sun" that seemed to have finally come to an end, was finally resolved in that seemingly unhurried negotiation. Although the news had not yet spread...
However, this was still not the right time to hand Arrodes over to Klein. Her fingers tapped on the mirror surface of Arrodes, and an idea suddenly flashed through her mind.
"Do you have boats capable of autonomous driving?" she asked.
"Autopilot?" Archbishop Horamick paused, seemingly puzzled.
He wasn't confused about the meaning of the word, Neph was absolutely certain of that, so she simply raised Arrodes in her hand and explained:
"Is there a ship that can be put on it and let it determine the ship's course?"
"No." She was rejected.
Disappointed, Neph left with Arrodes. Having lost that possibility, she stopped thinking about the ship and focused solely on waiting for City of Silver and Moon City to be ready.
Neph saw Colin Iliad and Nim again on that golden sea.
As Evernight faded and golden rays of light once again shone on the sea, two relatively small groups appeared.
--Despite Derrick's good intentions in reaching the Exit on his own, he seemed to have overlooked the fact that both City of Silver and Moon City contained a number of wounded and ordinary people, as well as young children unable to walk for extended periods; City of Silver even had elderly people.
It was impractical to let these people walk to the Exit on their own, so in the end, they only sent out a scout team.
Standing in this position, Neve finally understood Danitz's inner turmoil. Looking at the over two-meter-tall Chief Colin Iliad, she hesitated for a few seconds before sincerely asking:
"You know, if I were to open my arms right now and say to you..."
She coughed lightly, her expression suddenly becoming solemn. She lifted her leg and stepped back, revealing a staircase of frozen snow beneath her feet. After ascending four or five steps, she opened her arms and smiled broadly.
"Welcome to the world of light promised by God!"
Then she jumped to the ground, walked over, and asked, "Won't this look strange?"
Colin Iliad seemed puzzled by her behavior; he appeared somewhat uncomfortable, his expression hesitant and unsure what to say, while Nim's demeanor was quite normal.
"The Lord's Doctrine state that all things possess Spirituality, and every person walks on the path to draw closer to the Lord."
"An being like you, growing up beside the Lord and dwelling with Him in the heavenly kingdom, may not appear tall in stature, but when we draw near to You, we can feel the radiance emanating from You."
"Divine light shines upon you; as we approach you, we cannot help but bow down and look up at you..."
"Stop!" Neph raised her hand to interrupt him. "Alright, let's go now."
She didn't give anyone a chance to speak, turning and walking away without looking back. Nim smiled slightly, followed her, and stepped onto the golden sea without the slightest hesitation.
Colin Iliad followed behind him, observing their retreating figures, a thoughtful look flashing across his eyes.
Neph was still unaware of what the Chief had truly understood; she only knew that she had no chance of leading anyone step-by-step through this entire journey. Therefore, after satisfying the formalities, stealing distance came in handy.
No one was surprised by the constantly changing scenes; they were more amazed by the things themselves, and no one found the phenomenon of changing scenes unusual.
However, even regarding the things themselves, Neph didn't give them much time to observe; she simply and decisively tossed them into Bayam, then gave them a pre-edited memory—a generous gift from Klein.
In this way, the basic information and corresponding language were available. Neph, leaving all that behind, instructed Derrick:
>p/<. If you're busy, you might be able to find Mr. 'World', or Mr. 'Hang Down' -- Mr. 'World', you can go find him, if there are other matters for you.
>p/<. "Returning" has completed the mysterious study of the divine, and the intermingling of fate and history, etc., has begun the exchange between the separated spirits of the two worlds. After that, they began to contact the outside world. The first batch of "abandoned gods" who left the dwellings of the people in that place are truly the half-sentence.
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>p/<! The two-column promotion sequence was completed, and he was fully prepared. Enlake's performance and all the necessary materials were ready. The completion of the promotion ceremony signified the end of Enlake's promotion.
>p/<...
>p/<. The items should be waved and raised, the spirit of Enlake is recovered, in the middle of "Fortress Source"
>p/<. He didn't see the light of the sun, because the main reason was that he wasn't staring at the light of the sun. They were sure that the process was going well, and they only managed to do so by focusing their attention on the light of the sun, "Sunlight," with the help of the sun.
>p/<. This phenomenon is not universal and is not possible, he told Funa, Funa and he had discussed this issue before--
>p/<? Did you see that the person was being held captive by the law? At that time, the child was playing with her, and she was holding her. She didn't see her at all -- she didn't notice. It's not something you can observe in a special way. If you don't observe it through other means, it will hide itself in a special place. This "white canvas" is a special material with a unique quality.
>p/<. The recovery is still largely possible, if Enlake continues to advance, and in general -- the "source of the fortress" is not enough to control Enlake, for example, the connection between them is not deep enough, for example, there are many reasons in the matter, and this kind of concealment should not be completely hidden, however, this kind of concealment will probably hide the light of her prayers.
>p/<. It's not that he doesn't see things in a certain way, but although he wouldn't use this kind of spying method, it made him feel uneasy and depressed. Therefore, they searched for a solution and abandoned Enlake.
>p/<. He urged her to hurry up and get promoted, but he firmly refused to explore any possible solutions. He was determined to find a way to resolve the issue, but his advice was of little use in this matter.
>p/<. The potion-making process has begun, and it's time to wait. He has already meticulously prepared all the necessary materials in the "Fortress Source"—a complete list of items—and is now ready to recycle them. Enlake's methods are utterly ineffective.
The eyes were filled with endless, unfathomable Buddha-like faces, the deep, dark, and mysterious liquids of the bottle were easily obtained, and Enlake gradually put the corresponding materials into it, lifting out a fake iron pot with his hand.
Both eyes opened at the same time.
Klein stared at it for a few seconds, then summoned a glass bottle—this one was real; he had prepared it specially because Historical Projection were difficult to bring into the Real World.
After completing all this, Klein returned to the Real World and began setting up the bestowal Ritual. At this moment, he couldn't help but envy Neph.
It feels so good to be able to take things in and out without any Ritual...
Clutching the glass bottle in his hand, Klein suddenly sighed.
He wasn't sure what the sigh was for. Perhaps it was for hidden worries, or for a hopeless future, or for the inescapable fate that forced him to Fate forward. Or perhaps it was simply that he was marveling at how convenient it was to retrieve and put away items without any Ritual.
These chaotic thoughts tangled together, making it impossible for Klein to discern what he was thinking, but that no longer mattered to him at the moment. He looked at the Potion in his hand, took a deep breath, and finally made up his mind.
>p/<: A thought flashed through his mind, and a bright, radiant smile cracked across his face, controlling the muscles on his face.
>p/<... I regret that I haven't applied the face paint yet.
>p/<. He drank it all, raised the medicine to his lips, and chuckled softly.